Go Team Death Eaters! Prompt #94, Coffee
Title: A Difference of Opinion, Argued and Resolved.
Author: twistedm
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: #94: Coffee
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Author’s Note: I actually do loathe coffee as I have Draco loathe it here, and people really do find it incomprehensible. Feh.
Argued.
“Coffee?”
Draco didn’t look up from his book. “You know I hate coffee. Do stop asking.”
Harry smiled from the doorway. “Come on. What adult hates coffee? You’re pretending.”
A frown flitted over Draco’s mouth. “No,” he enunciated. “I truly hate coffee. Each type you offer still smells appalling. Everything you sneak it into tastes bad. Ice cream, candy, coffee flavoured cakes and cookies: all awful.
“Your unwillingness to believe I dislike everything about coffee is starting to get on my nerves. It’s disrespectful.”
“Mmmm,” Harry frowned, and disappeared toward the kitchen. Draco returned to revision, losing himself in academics.
Resolved.
Draco was deep into a convoluted paragraph regarding potential interactions between arnica, dragon bile and the moon’s phase, when his robes Vanished.
He sputtered one syllable before the hottest possible mouth engulfed most of his soft prick. It almost stung, but Harry's skillful tongue under the rapidly disappearing lip of his foreskin soon erased any thoughts of displeasure.
In heartbeats, Draco was mostly erect and willingly speechless.
Harry’s mouth was soon unable to hold his growing prize, and heated hands fondled Draco’s balls and thickening shaft. Draco smelled Harry’s preferred Colombian roast.
“Still hate absolutely everything about coffee?” Harry teased.
fin.
Author: twistedm
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x2
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: #94: Coffee
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Author’s Note: I actually do loathe coffee as I have Draco loathe it here, and people really do find it incomprehensible. Feh.
Argued.
“Coffee?”
Draco didn’t look up from his book. “You know I hate coffee. Do stop asking.”
Harry smiled from the doorway. “Come on. What adult hates coffee? You’re pretending.”
A frown flitted over Draco’s mouth. “No,” he enunciated. “I truly hate coffee. Each type you offer still smells appalling. Everything you sneak it into tastes bad. Ice cream, candy, coffee flavoured cakes and cookies: all awful.
“Your unwillingness to believe I dislike everything about coffee is starting to get on my nerves. It’s disrespectful.”
“Mmmm,” Harry frowned, and disappeared toward the kitchen. Draco returned to revision, losing himself in academics.
Resolved.
Draco was deep into a convoluted paragraph regarding potential interactions between arnica, dragon bile and the moon’s phase, when his robes Vanished.
He sputtered one syllable before the hottest possible mouth engulfed most of his soft prick. It almost stung, but Harry's skillful tongue under the rapidly disappearing lip of his foreskin soon erased any thoughts of displeasure.
In heartbeats, Draco was mostly erect and willingly speechless.
Harry’s mouth was soon unable to hold his growing prize, and heated hands fondled Draco’s balls and thickening shaft. Draco smelled Harry’s preferred Colombian roast.
“Still hate absolutely everything about coffee?” Harry teased.
fin.